Kristen had inherited her old house. An old manor outside of a small town. It was part of a string of old houses outside the village. The house was on...e of the first built near this village.We couldn’t believe it and had to go see for ourselves. After an hour and a half drive, we were standing in front of the old house. It was huge, and it had some really nice character. It was a little run down, but manageable. She called the lawyer, and two months later we moved in.We spent months going. Then he started to speed up, then he started to go faster and harder up my ass. He started viciously and abusively ramming his dick into my ass, so hard that you could hear the loud clapping noise of his balls hitting my asshole. The clapping noise became louder and he started to fuck my ass harder with me still whimpering and my asshole still trying to push him out. Now I know that some might think that I’m being raped right now, but the truth is I never asked him to stop and I never said no. We started making our way back to the house. The walk back was silent except for the crunching of leaves as we walked over them. It was almost too cold to be walking around shirtless and I shivered in the breeze. When we got back we went back upstairs to find there was only one body lying on the floor, a puddle of blood beneath him. I cursed and slammed my fist against the wall. ‘Where is he?’ Jessie asked, panic flooding her voice. How could I have missed that? How could I have left him here. The sight of her in boots, fishnet stockings and a leather corset caused my cock to jump noticeably. She chuckled, stepped towards me and gently scratched the underside of my rocklike erection from base to tip with the long, red fingernail of her pinkie. Oh my god. "Move your chair and bend over the desk. Right over and grip the sides." Yes... Miss Fleur."The desk had a large, ornately framed mirror hung in front of it, obviously put there for her victim's benefit. I caught my own slightly wild.